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YOUNGBLOOD FOR SHERIFF.
After driving five hours to get back to LA in my Kia with no air-conditioning and traffic (aka Hell), I saw this sign in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly the wind hitting my face like a heater, the sweat dripping from every pore of my body, the Spanish only radio stations and the dead bodies of gnats glued onto my windshield didn't seem so bad. I laughed and laughed. And when I told others what the sign said they didn't laugh. And now I feel bad for laughing. So donate now.
After driving five hours to get back to LA in my Kia with no air-conditioning and traffic (aka Hell), I saw this sign in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly the wind hitting my face like a heater, the sweat dripping from every pore of my body, the Spanish only radio stations and the dead bodies of gnats glued onto my windshield didn't seem so bad. I laughed and laughed. And when I told others what the sign said they didn't laugh. And now I feel bad for laughing. So donate now.
posted by Megamamma at 7:41 PM
2 Comments:
If I laugh, do I get a cookie?
You ask me to check out your blogg and you don't have anything about the Cheesecake Factory?
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